The day draws close to an end and I feel pulled to page to open up the release valve and let it all go. Lately, I've filled the well with other things and stopped the flow of words. The difference in me is palpable. Tonight I've decided to dig. The sound of shovel moving earth … Continue reading Repairing the Well
Rest, weary eyes, I'll keep watch Breathe in deep while I listen Among the noise, tune into the sound of my voice, carrying you high above the chaos to a place of freedom Too mired you've been in the temporal Mud sticking to your shoes reminding you who you were, ash formed into beauty I … Continue reading the simple things
